You Sunshine, You Temptress

7

With his heart and mind racing, Harry lands on the porch and the next second he's storming straight into their treehouse. "MUUUM?" he calls loudly and starts searching every room until he finally finds her in the living room. "Did something happen?" Anne asks, startled, her eyes widen at him and she gets up from the sofa, ready to go immediately if help is needed. "We need to talk!" Harry says breathlessly, not knowing where to begin. "Yeah okay... what do you want to talk about?" Anne asks, frowning, wondering what's gotten into her son and flopping back down on the sofa.

Harry, meanwhile, remains standing, too restless to sit still. Instead, he paces and finally comes to a halt as he asks, "Was my father really a fairy?"

Silence.

Only Harry's rapid breathing can be heard, otherwise you could hear a pin drop. He directs his gaze to his mother, who looks into the distance with a closed expression. "I've told you before that I won't justify myself to anyone and that the subject is closed for me!" She looks at him with cold eyes and her mouth a tight line.

"I have the right to know who he was! After all he is...was my father!" Harry exclaims in desperation, tearing at his hair. Why does his mother have to make such a secret of it? "No." Anne says simply and Harry loses his composure. He feels the annoyance from the last time seething in him again, which is slowly but surely turning into sheer anger. "If you had nothing to hide, why haven't you told me about him since I was a kid? Why do I smell like Alpha?" he hisses, glaring at his mother. Anne's jaw drops and she is visibly searching for words. It's the first real emotion to appear on Anne's face since the beginning of the conversation, "Who says that?"

"Krystal! She smelled it on me. Why do I smell like Alpha as a fair, mum?'' He's so angry, his hands clenched into fists and it's like a wild animal is raging in his chest. "That's a lie! You shouldn't believe what she says!" Anne replies, meanwhile also annoyed. "I don't know who to believe anymore!" and it's true. Ever since Louis came into his life, strange things have been happening, like his mood swings that he never had before, like just now. Or new things come to light. And Harry doesn't like any of them. He feels like he's in free fall.

"I'm your mother Harry..." Anne starts to talk but Harry cuts her off, it's like his body is on fire, his wings itching again and he releases them annoyed. Anger and confusion seep like little flames through every pore inside him.

"Yes you are, but you don't give me any answers. Unlike Krystal who is looking for it. What if she's right and I triggered Louis' heat?" he wants to know and has to stop himself from screaming.

"They just want someone to blame. You are so easily blinded Harry. Did your little Omega put that nonsense in your ear?" She clicks her tongue and makes a dismissive gesture with her hand as if Harry were a stupid little boy and would only make all this up. In addition, he doesn't like his mother's sarcastic tone and the way she talks about Louis. He's his friend and he won't let anyone imply he's a manipulative or a liar, even his mother. Louis is the most sensitive and lovable creature on earth and his protective instinct and anger take possession of him. Losing control of his senses, he yells,

"STOP TALKING ABOUT LOUIS THAT WAY. IT'S ENOUGH" and meanwhile in a rage throws all the pictures that are on her shelf on the wall to the ground. He watches with satisfaction as the glass in the picture frame shatters and it's a great outlet for his emotions.

"You stop yelling at me and destroying everything right now!" Anne yells as well, getting up to stop Harry. When she grabs his upper arm, he annoyedly shakes her off and provocatively throws a picture of the two of them from last summer in front of her feet. He raises an eyebrow and answers in a calmer voice,

"And you stop lying to me! Before I get no answers you don't have to wait at home for me anymore. I'm moving out!"

He crosses his arms over his chest and looks defiantly at his mother with a raised eyebrow. The prospect of seeing Louis again soon, because this is where he's going, calms him down, so his head and body feels much lighter.